Dutch was a possessive man, that much was obvious to everyone. You were his partner, the one he possessed over. And no one dared say anything.

Dutch was standing outside his tent, smoking an expensive cigar. He was watching you and Javier interact. It was far too intimate and lovely looking for his liking.

He stood up and approached you both. His figure loomed over you from behind, casting a shadow on you and Javier. His strong and large hand landing on your bicep, squeezing slightly.